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[Wanda doesn't tolerate too many in her personal space, but her brother? Her space is his, and vice versa. They shared their mother's womb, after all. She's used to having to bump him back, or shifting just enough to fit into the space he allows. He is the bigger one, even if older is debatable now.]

Hey!

[She gives him a shove, pointless as he's already falling back, so she smacks his belly with the art pad.]

It's art! I spent a whole five minutes on this. Pietro.

[Wanda is a little better at not giving into laughter, but she does smile. She can't help it.]

[he's hiccuping from how much he's wheezing, his throat straining from how much air he's coughing out and not breathing in. it is even funnier (to him) when she starts smacking him with the art pad, and even trying to make an argument about it being "art".]

Is... Is the five minutes telling me you spent t—too little [KEEP IT TOGETHER] or too much time...?

[alright, he's spiraling again into a fit of giggles, having to turn himself over to push his face into a pillow. this will somehow help.]

[Well, now she just has to smack the back of his head with the art pad. It's more of a tap, more sound than force.]

You're such a bully. I guess I have to let you be better at something.

[She sounds so offended, laughing like that.]

[god, that sends him again into a fit of laughter—calling him a bully and making it sound like he's only good at it because she allows it. how dare!

okay, but, really now, all this laughing is actually making his stomach hurt. which is why he super speeds his way out of the bed to quickly get rid of that energy with a quick run (inside the house! it's still raining out, he realized upon nearly running out the porch), and even managing to sketch something in that time, totally stealing the art pad from her hands before she realizes.

and he's back—dumping himself on the bed beside her.]

I'm okay now.

[face sure is still red from laughing.]

Look, Wanda, I will work hard to teach you. It is not very difficult. [he is sketching shapes and things besides her drawings.] Are you looking? Your lines need confidence.

[isn't he unbearable]

[She's not phased by Pietro zooming about, and it's her turn to annoyingly lean into his space and push in her elbow where she can.]

My lines had confidence until you laughed at them! Then you made them shrivel up in embarrassment.

[And look, her drawings are shrinking on the page. So sad.]

[okay, sure, his sister has magic that can make all these things exist and work themselves out in mystifying ways that he has very little understanding of. still, it does not take away from the fact that things such as making marker drawings shrink won't blow his mind.

pietro clicks his tongue, annoyed, and bats his hand at her.]

Stop that. Let your drawings stay. How will you know if you are getting better if you always erase your mistakes?

[#deep, except it's just marker drawings.]

[Wanda squints at him.]

That sounded very wise.

[Wait. Is this an imposter??? Just kidding, she thinks her brother is the best. And sometimes that means he's wise.]

I am older and wiser.

[okay, not really. technically pietro is full of as many bad ideas wanda, except he's not entirely capable of making them happen—considering that he doesn't have magic at the tip of his fingers to make it happen.

he squints right back at her and, exasperated, huffs and stops drawing, looking her over.]

Why do you sound so surprised?

I don't sound surprised! Maybe you just think I do. Are you insecure, brother?

[She was only a little bit surprised.]

[he leans forward so he can get closer to an annoying stare down.]

You did remind me that I do not have six packs anymore.

[and cue the downturning of his mouth in a sad face :C]

You don't have love handles, either.

[She'll stare him down while making a grab for his side.]

I'll fix that soon enough.

[finger to her forehead, he pushes her back, wiggling away from any contact to The Ticklish Zone.]

Now I am getting self-conscious, Wanda.

What? [She goes a little cross-eyed, trying to look at his finger.] You're too skinny right now, but it won't last for long.

Okay, okay.

[he's moving his finger around in circles because it's kinda funny to see her eyes get like that, trying to follow it.]

But you have to make time for drawing with me, yes?

[and he's sitting back, tapping now at the art pad with his finger.]

All my time is for you, Pietro.

[When she thought she lost him, she hated every moment she got frustrated with him, every moment she took for granted. None of that again.]

I never need to make time for you.

[She grabs a red marker and holds her hand out for his palm. Let Wanda draw on you, Pietro. The markers are washable.]

[how does she know that he's weak to getting touched like that; the tingly sensation on the back of his neck when she runs her fingers through his hair, or the way the tip of the marker will brush on his skin in whatever random patterns she chooses to draw?

—wait, they're twins. right.]

You know, just in case you are very busy.

[he hands his hand over and falls back on the bed again, because it seems like he'll just be lazy this rainy afternoon. he stares up at the ceiling.]

Does your magic not get tired?

[She scoots a little closer so she can comfortably rest the back of his hand on her knee, one hand keeping it steady while she draws on his palm. She's just tracing the lines on his skin.]

I don't think so. Not anymore. Limits are...

[Wanda motions vaguely with the marker. She doesn't know what limits are.]

[a light shrug that she won't be able to see, but he kinda gets what she says without her needing to say it.

he flexes his fingers a little.]

That is good. I hope to be the same one day. It would be just like training for a marathon.

You never ran a marathon.

[She draws a line down his index finger.]

But you are being patient, bringing your strength back up to what it was.

I have run multiple marathons. Just not official ones.

[it counts, right? running as much as he does??

his hand is going to look all sorts of weird when she's done, isn't it?]

Are you saying I need to run official ones?

[His hand will look artsy, thank you very much! Maybe that means weird. Maybe that means she's just drawing lines, however she fancies.]

You're too fast. It'd be unfair. Unless you like being a cheater? Is my beloved big brother a cheater?

[woah woah WOAH, these accusations.

and so, mumbled:]

The only cheater I know is someone cheating on Parcheesi last night.

Mm, I wasn't "cheating" until you started losing.

[She draws a heart on the pad of his middle finger.]

This is highly suspicious logic.

[while the ink is still (slightly) wet, pietro frees his hand from his sister's hold, and very swiftly presses the pad of his middle finger right on the middle of her forehead.

what results is a heart missing its straight lines but keeping vivid curves and pointy end.

he sits up, fancying his artistic work printed on her skin, bumping his shoulder against hers as he studies his drawn-upon hand.]

Oh, very fancy doodles.

[Wanda grunts, going a little cross-eyed when he stamps her. She let him do it, though she belatedly bats at his hand.]

I didn't want a tattoo, thank you.

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